The End (is near)
12/06/20
Dear Word Press readers- all four of you, I apologize for my long silence on this blog, but there is nothing really new to say about the world.
We are going into lockdown again, and I feel a bit guilty even going to shop for food.
The one thing that is a positive note on staying in and watching television all day is that I can check things off my bucket list. If I even had one.
There was a documentary on the Corning Museum of Glass, and I was transported back to when I had a SUV and could go to museums and partake of art classes. There was some new items there that seemed so difficult to make, that all the fancy glass designs I had admired in 2005 seemed simple by comparison.
Now my house near Corning NY is rented out to a woman who lost her low paying job, and can’t pay full rent.
I do not however miss the cold and isolation of the small town where I used to live.
Another surprise on PBS this last month was a tour of a local museum of gas pumps.
This is the only museum that I missed in my present address, and I was glad to see the inside of this man’s house , full of 1950’s memorabilia.
We remember the Flying Horse and Texaco gas station signs, the pedal cars for kids, and the antique kitchen appliances, which were every day useful items.
This holiday season has trotted out the usual annoyances so that I can sympathize with Scrooge and the Grinch.
The incessant music in the stores gives me ear-worms. Who wants all the old tunes running through their heads, and the jangle of the Santa bell ringer?
My solution is to get out early Sunday morning and shop while there are a lot less people, the Santa bell ringer has not shown up, and I have a list to expedite my time there.
To counteract my feelings of Grinchiness, I saw that we had a messy sidewalk this morning, so swept the whole are a clean of the sticky leaves and berries.
The neighbor in a wheelchair could not do it, the upstairs grandmother with three grandchildren could not do it, and the men out working would not ever pick up a broom. They are all macho men here, and leave the sidewalk cleaning to the groundsmen.
The only trouble is that the leaf blowers will not show up until Wednesday.
I like to go out after dark and see who has put up lights and decorations.
That is the only good thing about this winter, and if I am going to be confined to a small apartment because of the plague, I will take my exercise where I can.
I do not send out anymore Xmas greetings, and have small hopes for a better New Year.
It will come and we will thrive or not.
knightsengirl 